A Collection of Poems, Vol. 2 of 6 (Classic Reprint)

Ye Nymphs, he cry'd, ye Dryads, who {0 long Have favour'd Damon, and infpir'd his fang For whom, retir'd, I ihun the gay reforts' Of fportful cities, and of pompous courts; In vain I bid the refilefs world adieu, To feel: tranqu... Læs mere illity and peace with you. Though wild Ambition and defiru¿ive Rage No factions here can form, no wars can wage; Though Envy frowns not on your humble lhades, Nor Calumny your innocence invades, Yet cruel Love, that troubler of the break, Too often violates your boailed reil With inbred ilorms dillurbs your calm retreat, And taints with bitternefs each rural fweet.

Ah lucldefs day when firli with fond furprize On Delia's face I fix'd my eager eyes; Then in wild tuinults all my foul was toil, Then reafon, liberty, at once were loll And every will), and thought, and care Was gone, But what my heart employ'd on her alone. Then too lhe l'mil'd: can {miles our peace dc¿roy, T hofe lovely children of Content and Joy How can {oft pleafure and tormenting woe.

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Ye Nymphs, he cry'd, ye Dryads, who {0 long Have favour'd Damon, and infpir'd his fang For wh... Læs mere om, retir'd, I ihun the gay reforts' Of fportful cities, and of pompous courts; In vain I bid the refilefs world adieu, To feel: tranquillity and peace with you. Though wild Ambition and defiru¿ive Rage No factions here can form, no wars can wage; Though Envy frowns not on your humble lhades, Nor Calumny your innocence invades, Yet cruel Love, that troubler of the break, Too often violates your boailed reil With inbred ilorms dillurbs your calm retreat, And taints with bitternefs each rural fweet.

Ah lucldefs day when firli with fond furprize On Delia's face I fix'd my eager eyes; Then in wild tuinults all my foul was toil, Then reafon, liberty, at once were loll And every will), and thought, and care Was gone, But what my heart employ'd on her alone. Then too lhe l'mil'd: can {miles our peace dc¿roy, T hofe lovely children of Content and Joy How can {oft pleafure and tormenting woe.

About the Publisher

Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com

This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works. Læs mindre

Ye Nymphs, he cry'd, ye Dryads, who {0 long Have favour'd Damon, and infpir'd his fang For whom, retir'd, I ihun the gay reforts' Of fportful cities, and of pompous courts; In vain I bid the refilefs world adieu, To feel: tranquillity and peace with you. Though wild Ambition and defiru¿ive Rage No factions here can form, no wars can wage; Though Envy frowns not on your humble lhades, Nor Calumny your innocence invades, Yet cruel Love, that troubler of the break, Too often violates your boailed reil With inbred ilorms dillurbs your calm retreat, And taints with bitternefs each rural fweet.

Ah lucldefs day when firli with fond furprize On Delia's face I fix'd my eager eyes; Then in wild tuinults all my foul was toil, Then reafon, liberty, at once were loll And every will), and thought, and care Was gone, But what my heart employ'd on her alone. Then too lhe l'mil'd: can {miles our peace dc¿roy, T hofe lovely children of Content and Joy How can {oft pleafure and tormenting woe.

About the Publisher

Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com

This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.